The animals hanging from the ceiling fell.
The skeleton is the remains of a human and a demonic beast, and the skin is a black object made by melting a human being. A familiar made of material that only the apostate Gletus can handle.
Boom, boom!
As soon as they landed on the ground, black sludge splashed in all directions. Even though they were able to stand with both feet on the ground, the animals were even using both their arms to support the ground.
They say they resemble the king of demonic beasts, but they are beasts.
A beast that feels no pride, nobility, or reason. Rania briefly clicked her tongue as she looked at the familiar created to imitate a disaster from hundreds of years ago.
“Tsk.”
She lightly shook her wrist.
Rania raised her arms towards the beasts that were charging at her from all directions with strange cries. Her outstretched arms formed a straight line with the beast approaching with its mouth open.
“——————!”
Compared to the huge beast that was screaming and running towards the ground, she looked shabby with her arms outstretched…
Sigh.
The beast that was rushing towards everything with the momentum to destroy everything was caught very easily by Rania’s outstretched hand. The beast, so easily caught by a human less than half its size, could not move even a single step forward.
Clum, clum.
The mouth of the beast caught by Rania began to dent. Black fluid burst out like a fountain between Rania’s fingers that were clutching the mouth.
“Hey, Kalt.”
Rania looked back as she forcefully brought down the animal, whose mouth was caught and could not even scream. She swung her sword behind her, and Kalt, who had already brought a beast to his knees, lightly brushed off her blade.
“Yes, senior.”
“Do not kill. “Because there’s something I need to check.”
“I will try.”
Kalt, spinning his sword around once, jumped towards the beasts. Rania crushed the jaws of the beast on her knees with her boots. Placing her beast’s head on the ground, she clapped her palms together.
Ugh.
A vast amount of mana stretched like a spider’s web between the palms of one’s hands. From the center of the growing mana, a ticking, platinum-colored light bounced.
Smite.
Reversal.
Spell-Bunch.
She slapped her palms together again, engraving the spell. The sticky mana merged into one dot and blinked violently. A phenomenon that wizards call the pole.
Kwarung!
Immediately after, dozens of beams of light shot up from beneath the ground toward the sky, accompanied by a thunderous sound.
2.
There is a Confucius who is called the guardian of the North, and it is said that he is quite handsome. They say that Confucius possesses a bestial nature that cannot be found in the royal capital…
Lark Van Grace.
Natida had heard many rumors about this young man who was called the Confucius of the North. Having a knight, Tefran, whose job it was to gather rumors by her side may have played a role… but she also had personal interests.
‘You mean that person is the person the hero taught…?’
A person who was directly taught by his benefactor and superior.
Natida held Rak’s hand and tilted her head forward. Natida narrowed her eyes, holding Rak’s hand as he tried to loosen her grip. The moment she looked into Lark’s red eyes, her green eyes sparkled.
Lark flinched and put his head back.
Natida frowned and raised her head a little more. After a moment of scuffle as her warriors watched, Natida let out a short sigh.
“This is rude.”
She smiled sheepishly and let go of Lark’s hand. She touched my eyes and smiled.
“I have bad eyesight. “You have to look close to see the face properly.”
As expected, he is handsome.
Natida mumbled and took a step back.
“I came after receiving instructions from warrior Rania. Here is a letter sent by the hero…”
Natida added as she handed over the letter.
“We ask for your cooperation while staying in the north.”
Natida smiled while saying that. Lark felt an eerie feeling in that smile, but it was an eerieness that was somehow familiar. An eerie feeling that he felt quite often in the past.
‘Where have I seen a smile like that…’
Lark remembered.
Soon, Lark was able to recall the identity of familiarity.
“Hey, nothing’s wrong.”
“No problem? “You don’t trust me?”
The great Professor Rania.
He used to laugh like that. And, after seeing that smile, something ‘quite dangerous’ would inevitably happen to Lark. Lark trembled in learned fear.
“···?”
Natida tilted her head at Lark’s reaction.
Born and raised in a religious order, she lacked social skills, and it was Rania who taught her ‘skills of living.’
“Smile like this when you ask for something.”
“It means I’m asking you to take good care of me.”
Rania gave Natida an example by advising her not to lose her smile in any situation, and Natida was successful in learning from the example. However, every time she smiled like this, instead of being friendly, her partner would growl and shake her shoulders.
‘why?’
It was something she could not know.
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A day has passed since Saint Natida arrived in the North. She kicked out the priest who followed her and wandered around the North alone, and Lark spent the day like any other day.
“Whoa…”
After completing his training at the sacred site, Lark took a long breath and came out of the sacred site.
After taking a moment to cool off and breathe in the cool breeze of the snowy field, Lark turned his head to the sound of people coming. He saw someone squatting in a corner of the snowy field, burning tobacco, as if he had been waiting for him.
“oh.”
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Saint, Natida.
She waved her hand at Lark.
“I was waiting.”
After rubbing the burning tobacco into the snow on the floor, Natida stood up and made a noise. Lark blinked her eyes and asked a question.
“Why here?”
“I told you. “I was waiting.”
Natida shrugged.
“A place where strange traces were found. The road they ran after the devil’s army. “Can you give me directions?”
There’s something that bothers me.
To that question, Lark nodded and took the lead. The two walked through the snowy field in silence. It was a long time before the sound of snow being stepped on rang out.
“We traced it from here.”
Lark stopped.
The place he stopped was a snow field guarded by Lark, and the snow field was full of traces of battle. Natida narrowed her eyes and glanced around.
“What direction did you follow?”
“this way.”
Lark pointed in the direction and walked.
As we walked along, we soon arrived at the beginning of the snowy mountain. A little further from here, there was a place where Lark found traces, but Natida stopped walking around there. When no footsteps were heard behind him, Lark blinked and turned around.
“I have to go a little further from here… huh?”
“Sarak,” said Natida, taking off her robe.
She had taken off her robe and was wearing a thin shirt, and the cold in the snowy mountains, which dropped below zero, was an environment that would be difficult for anyone but a northerner to endure.
“Ugh, it’s cold.”
Even though her body was trembling, Natida carelessly threw the robe she had taken off on the floor.
“What are you doing now…”
“Oh, Confucius, can you turn your head for a moment?”
Natida took out a dagger from her waist.
“Because it’s not a very nice scene.”
Lark turned his head without saying a word.
However, Lark has already stepped into the realm of superhumans. Lark’s sensitive hearing picked up every little noise coming from behind him.
Crumble, and patter.
The sound of something being torn apart and spilled on the floor. When the sound died down, Natida opened her mouth and spoke.
“You can look.”
Lark turned his head.
There, standing on a field of red-stained snow, was Natida. The once white shirt was stained red, and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth. However, she picked up the robe that she had left in the snow as if she did not care at all.
Sarah.
Natida put on a robe, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and took a bite of a cigarette. Natida said as she lit a candle with a sparkling stone she had taken out.
“This is it.”
He then pointed in a direction, which was completely different from the direction in which the traces were left. He pointed in that direction and exhaled a long puff of smoke that Natida had sucked in.
“Where the traces lead.”
It was a confident tone.
3.
“It would have been more convenient if I had brought Natida.”
“The saint you said was your new assistant?”
“uh. “He has some unique abilities.”
It’s a good ability just for situations like this.
Rania mumbled and looked around, then licked her lips with regret. Animal corpses were strewn all around her. She succeeded in subduing the beast by cutting off her limbs, but the beasts died before she could properly investigate them.
‘I guess it was planned to be like this from the beginning.’
These weren’t left here for no reason.
“These are all failures.”
Rania said as she tapped the skeletal animal with her toe, all of the slime that had formed its body flowed out.
“If you look at the ceiling, can you see the hose connected there? If you remove that hose, it will be a failure that will fall apart in no time. That’s why I left it here.”
“Is that so?”
Kalt muttered as he wiped the slime off his knife.
“It certainly wasn’t anything special. “The momentum is fierce, but that’s really all it is.”
It was an enemy that couldn’t fit into even the most difficult axes.
Rather, it is one of the weaker beasts among the beasts created by the apostate. That was the feeling Kalt felt as he cut down the beast.
“If this is a failure… are there also successes?”
“That’s the problem. that is.”
Rania let out a long sigh.
“Seeing as they left the failed work here to show off, I think there must be some intention…”
If you really completed The King of Demon Beasts.
If you have created something that can be considered a success.
“It’s the worst. “Because the situation will turn.”
“···If it’s a successful work, what’s the difference? “If you just look at the failures, it doesn’t seem like there’s much to see.”
What’s the difference?
Rania is unable to reveal information about the King of Demon Beasts due to restrictions. Rania, who was wondering how to express this, soon opened her mouth.
“You can think of another disaster occurring.”
“···yes?”
“It’s also a very tricky disaster.”
Champion, Ganicalt Van Galatric.
The king of demonic beasts who fought with him like a whistle. Rania could not dare guess the strength of that person who had risen to the level of a superhuman with the body of an animal.
‘···Even though it died hundreds of years ago, is it possible to bring it back to life?’
Rania stroked her chin and glanced at her surroundings.
The skeleton, made of human skeleton, was crude. All of the failed works placed here were full of crude things.
There are only fakes.
There are only traces of trial and error.
Is this simply a sign of failure? If not, is it a trace of experimentation left over after the finished product was created? There was nothing to know. Rania bit her lip.
“That’s right.”
It was the moment when I let out a long sigh and was about to take a step deeper into the workshop. Kalt’s steps stopped. Rania’s steps also stopped. The two people stopped at exactly the same moment and looked back at the exact same place.
There is no sense of presence.
There is no sound of breathing or heartbeat, which all living creatures must make, and there is no sign of anything. However, its presence cannot be erased.
An intimidating feeling that takes your breath away and suppresses the air.
In thick darkness.
The blue eyes were flashing.
fantasy,
